Tuesday, 9 August 2011

London's Strong

London has badly suffered these past four days. My poor beloved London. The city I love even more than my own hometown. Although the news channels have been showing us the worst possible scenes ever, these are the ones that touched me. In particular the first one -- so quintessentially British (Things are going badly? Have a cuppa, dear!). The warmth and strength of the Brits who, despite of all hell breaking loose, they can still muster the courage to go out there and take care of those who take take care of us. In this case the Police.
 
Someone told me I should maybe leave London if things are not so good after all. But you know what? After having seen these scenes, I LOVE London even more. And I'm sure many will feel exactly the same. Things like this make me more hopeful for the future of the country than the words from David Cameron, Boris Johnson and the likes. So next time someone tells you Londoners are cold, don't believe them. They're warmer than you could possibly ever imagine.

  
Camden Town residents make out tea for Police who had been on duty for more than 30 hours

Peckham residents post notes of courage and strength



People gather in Clapham Junction to clean up after the riots
 




Friday, 22 April 2011

The 2011 TIME 100: Firth, Cameron and others get peers’ praise. Julian Assange gets Germaine Greer’s angry, uninformed jeers


That the TIME Magazine might not be impartial is no big news – after all it’s part of the CNN empire, long known for being close to the US establishment – but that it might carry out such blatant acts of partial journalism is something we transparency people take to heart.
One might wonder if the TIME list might be one-sided or at least ‘redacted’, as Bradley Manning, who scored more points than Julian Assange in the readers’ recent online poll, is not mentioned in the list of the 100 people just released yesterday. Then the proof of the hatred towards Assange is made clear by the article Germaine Greer, prominent feminist writer, wrote about Assange, who was included in the 2011 TIME 100 list.
Each entry in the final list – whether it is a celebrity, an activist, a footballer or a pop singer – was to be introduced by another personality, very often someone from the same industry. David Cameron received words of praise from Arnold Schwarzenegger, Colin Firth from Dame Helen Mirren, Gabrielle Cliffords from no less than Barack Obama and so forth.
All of the above linked by the undivided affection and admiration from the appointed writer. All of them apart from the Assange piece. Why didn’t TIME hire John Pilger, also Australian in case they wanted to keep the only similarity to the nationality, to write up the piece? Or even Daniel Ellsberg? Because they too are enemies of the establishment?
That Assange might not be widely liked is a well-known fact. He’s a bit of an acquired taste after all – or Marmite, if you like (either you love him or hate him). But what leaves us dumbfounded is how journalists and writers, even those renowned and revered like Germaine Greer, might resort to half-hatched jobs, poor in research, insight and capacity to see the person object of the piece from more than one point of view.
Let’s analyse the Greer piece. It doesn’t start well. She defines Julian Assange a ‘Muckraker’. Good, nothing is better than starting a piece by putting a negative label on someone you have probably not have met in person – or so we can assume.
She continues: ‘As long as he was an anonymous cybergeek, Julian Assange was a genius. Once he came in from cyberspace and set about the manipulation of media professionals, he was just another source, to be used and abused, diddled and discarded
Assange has never manipulated the media. If he were, WikiLeaks would not have the huge number of media partners it currently does have (around 60 newspapers worldwide). Good old Greery must have read David Leigh’s aggressive Tweets and made assumptions as to the evil ways of l’Assange.
Assange, 39, did not choose to be the face of WikiLeaks
He actually decided he would be the lightning bolt of the organisation – as he said in a few interviews. In addition, with his personality, who else can possibly be the face of the organisation?
It was decided that since he had less to lose than most of his anonymous co-geeks, having neither home nor chick nor child, he would be it
He actually does have at least one confirmed child, Daniel, another highly intelligent and gifted individual. He might not have a relationship – we do not know with certainty and it is none of our business – but he does certainly have a close relationship with his mother, Christine, and many friends around the world who would be devastated at his untimely departure from this world. Therefore, to make him an unloved and unlovable person is very immature and speaks volumes of the understanding of human relationships in Greer’s psyche.
As for the chicks remark, how strange of a feminist to serve women with the same coin as served by men when expressing their rampant sexism. Unless it was an intentionally – but fallen flat – funny way from Greer to talk presumed Assangese?
Egregious to the last, he is convinced that his prosecution for rape in the Swedish courts was engineered by vengeful U.S. intelligence, unable to grasp the plain fact that his callous treatment made two women angry enough to seek redress
Now, firstly there are no charges. The whole extradition saga centres on Swedish prosecutors wanting Assange for interrogation, as they’ve been unable to do so for several reasons (an initial interrogation was carried out though). Let’s not get into the conspiracy theories but let’s move on to the callous treatment Assange has apparently perpetrated. It’s been discussed many times by independent media how the accusations are, if looked at more attentively, baseless and possibly simply fruit of a disgruntled ex-lover, Miss A. Greer also ignores the fact that the two claimants were in cahoots to fleece as much money as possible off media with their story of ruined sexual integrity and trophy photos. In fact, in respect to this last item, Greer ignores that Miss A had taken pictures of naked Assange in her own bed during one of the alleged rapes. Maybe Greer should revise her own idea of rape. I don’t know of any rape victim stopping the ‘proceedings’ to amiably take pictures of their attacker. Maybe Greer does?
I wonder what the editorial choice behind this might have been. Did the meeting go along the lines of ‘Ok, if we really must feature this Assange guy, at least let’s do it a negative piece. Who hates Assange? Feminists? Yes, let’s pick one and let’s let her write whatever she wants, no need to edit or fact-check. After all it’s Assange we’re talking about, the guy who rapes girls, steals national security secrets and can’t dance’.
The mainstream media really do have to stop writing so shoddily. Can they at least keep up the standards of research by sticking to facts and checking their sources? We are not asking for them to turn into Assange admirers but for them to become a proper opponent – if they really aim at informing the masses on the evil of Assange and WikiLeaks, as they’re so intently doing.
As for la Greer, shame on you, Germaine. You’re more than free to offer your opinion but at least please get yourself acquainted with the subject you write about. Do real journalists a favour. Thank you and à bientôt.

Monday, 11 April 2011

Assange at Frontline and New Statesman whistleblowing debate

My report won’t be a full recount of the proceedings as these can be found quite profusely on the Internet now – both from major newspapers and activists, freelance media and WikiLeaks supporters. I will talk about what has stricken me during the debate – and afterwards: personal psychological considerations if you will.
Several people stood out for me during the debate. Julian Assange wasn’t in top form yet he was still inspirational, amusing at times – especially during the times he would interject and be sent back, like an unruly child, to his chair –, passionate and well, just himself.
The other people who emerged from the debate were, for all the good and bad reasons, Mehdi Hasan, from the New Statesman, who matched Assange’s passion, if not surpassed it; Paul Moore, whistleblower from the HBOS, and Douglas Murray from the Henry Jackson Society.
Paul Moore gave us the sentence that in my opinion encapsulates the whole function of whistleblowing, ‘We are transformed by truth’. I was so impressed by that, since truth is a major moving force in my life, that I felt I had to thank him for it only to be told that it was a sentence from the Bible. If only I read it I would have spared myself the embarrassment. Apart from my faux pas-inducing sentence, Moore possibly appeared the most emotional of the speakers, recounting with brutal honesty the effects of his whistleblowing and showed the real face of the whistleblower – not the one who tells on an organisation for a matter of personal vendetta –, a person with high values and morals who feels they cannot anymore live a life of lies. That was the most apt answer, especially with the tale of his problems with depression and suicidal thoughts following the ostracising from HBOS, to the opposition side’s conviction of whistleblowers as people who most times don’t know what they’re doing and after ruining an organisation go on live an easy life. The fact that Moore had brought one of his children along gave a more real dimension to his story. You could feel the pain Moore had felt – and possibly still feels today – brought on by these events. The fact that his daughter was such a sweet-natured woman made me wonder if whistleblowers are led by values of moral honesty, genuineness, courage and empathy that spread to all the aspects of their life – embracing their love for life and generosity towards society. Thinking of what Bradley Manning had told in one of his unfortunate chat conversations with Adrian Lamo, the fellow hacker who informed the FBI to Manning's cable leaking which caused him being detained as a political prisoner since last July 2010, this makes sense.
Something to ponder for the future.
I had not seen Douglas Murray from the Henry Jackson Society before but I must say he didn’t leave a positive impression. He seemed to frequently veer from the subject at hand by blowing attacks – or cheap shots if you will – against Assange which were both not in any shape or form the theme of the debate and full of wrong and misleading information such as the 'infamous' rumour produced by The Guardian that Assange was happy informants would die. Assange rightly put him in his place by inviting him to at least get the names of The Guardian journalists involved right before making any defamatory remarks. He also asked him if he wanted to join the queue of the organisations WikiLeaks was planning to sue, right after The Guardian. When reading this one might wonder if Murray had been sent by Davies and friends to avenge them for their ongoing feud with Assange and their defeat at the hands of Kristinn Hrafnsson at the SKUP Conference just a mere two weeks before.
Murray was conclusively the most 'vocal' of the speakers for the opposition: at times verging on bullish and patronising but again being put in his spot for not showing a great knowledge of the subject and just talking from hearsay. 
What I sensed from the clash of personalities is that while the people opposing whistleblowing do seem to have less intensity about them, less passion – and if they have any is misdirected (see Murray) –, and feel less the injustice perpetrated from the ‘authority’ the pro-whistleblowing faction seem to have more passion for life, a drive to live and see the truth actualised, right or wrong that this might be. This is not easy but they still strive for life and feel a higher communion with society and the people in it.
The debate ended on a high note when Murray again asked – inviting trouble for his side – why Assange believed to be better than most governments. From the second row a lady replied back, possibly exasperated by the umpteenth unnecessary attack from the bullish Murray, 'Because he is. That’s why!’. Words that every supporter in the audience wanted to shout. We thank you, Lady in the second row for saying what everybody had died to say for the previous two hours of debate. This proves that Assange's motto – ‘Courage is contagious’ - is right. As it should be.
I must say that in my personal acquaintance, even if limited, with the WikiLeaks staff and friends I have noticed nothing but friendliness, respectfulness, lack of condescension (the same can’t be said by The Guardian journalists, especially David Leigh who has many times insulted WikiLeaks supporters) and essentially a warm, open heart. Which I think you cannot not have when you so much suffer the consequences of brave, dangerous and life-affirming decisions.

Some pictures from me can be found here.

Thursday, 7 April 2011

Julian Assange's life becomes a comic book

The Italian magazine L'Espresso, one of the newest additions to the WikiLeaks list of media publishers, has partnered with Colors, magazine for the Italian fashion house Benetton, to celebrate the anniversary of their 80th issue with a special comics edition dedicated to modern heroes of which Assange takes prime spot. The edition in fact presents his life through the arts of comics.

Is this the sign that Assange is breaking all conventions and is becoming a pop culture phenomenon? It might be. My hope is that people, or at least most people, will still see him for what he's trying to achieve and not for being the WikiLeaks 'rapist' guy.


Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Wikileaks: The Game

Let's enjoy some nice Assange videogame. After a long day at work there's nothing better than some geeky, subversive, anti-establishment videogame enjoyment. The soundtrack is not bad either.

Via Jeux

Other excitement comes from this other game. Sweet.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

WikiLeaks Kristinn Hrafnsson takes on The Guardian's Davies and Leigh

If some news of Kristinn Hrafnsson one day taking over from Julian Assange are to be believed I think WikiLeaks has found a perfect successor. Kristinn's calmness under pressure, precision and ability to be unphased by gratuitous attacks shone through the other night, 1st April, at the Wikileaks: Two sides of the story conference at the SKUP (Norwegian Centre for Investigative Journalism) during his debate with old collaborators and now enemies David Leigh and Mark Davies from The Guardian.

All was fine until Kristinn started discussing their media partners and mentioned what's known to everyone in the know: The Guardian are not longer one of them. At this David Leigh started his - annoying and tiresome - 'Victim of the Ogre Assange' persona. He tried to sway the subject at hand by picking up the 'Is Assange an antisemite?' debate that exploded weeks ago in relation to WikiLeaks's collaboration with an openly antisemite journalist, Israel Shamir.

Yes, Hrafnsson didn't fully answer the accusations but after all how could he when David Leigh kept on spouting his bile and basically being noisy just in the conviction that shouting ('It's disgraceful!' and 'I'm disappointed in you, Kristinn' seemed his accusations of choice the other night. The former not sounding heart-felt for the right reasons and the latter sounding teacher-like, as if telling Hrafnsson off for not doing his homework) his ideas could drive home his indignation better? No, it doesn't. Someone at The Guardian please tell him.

Kristinn got back at him by pointing out the hypocrisy of Leigh's accusations especially in the light of the not so nice comments Assange - and even Christine Assange - was subjected to. But throughout the whole exchange Kristinn showed politeness, firmness and especially sense of humour. The only 'hilarity', unintentional, from Leigh came when he had to consult Davies on whether they see WikiLeaks as publishers, 'Do we see them as publishers? Yes, we do'. Talk about a rabbit caught in the headlights. From there all went pear-shaped. Thankfully Davies refrained from stooping as low as Leigh and kept himself out of the 'debate'. He probably reads all Twitter comments from WikiLeaks supporters and knows how they can rip them to bits. Leigh doesn't seem to remember them. Poor old Leighy.

The next controversy might come from the International Journalism Festival in Italy which Mark Stephens and Daniel Domscheit-Berg might both attend in few weeks' time. Let's be ready for some more mudslinging from Domscheit-Berg - after all he has a book to flog - and a repartie by Mark Stephens. We haven't seen Mark angry since when he invited Marianne Ny to attend Assange's extradition hearings. And although we enjoyed his red-cheeked anger and indignation, we do care for his coronaries.

Going back to the SKUP conference, WikiLeaks with their WikiWaka dance school idea showed much more the ability to take things on their stride and have a clearer picture of what they're trying to do. And much more sense of humour. Something that Leigh might want to explore once in his life. You know, after all you live just once and you can choose either to try and do something useful with your time here or be vindictive while flogging some rushed book job. Just a thought...

Friday, 1 April 2011

Julian Assange CAN dance after all...

Kashmir Hill at Forbes has written a fresh article regaling the world with the video the Iceland-based American DJ Seth Sharp took at a Reykjavik club he was DJ'ing at and at which Julian Assange happened to be. This was at the time of the Collateral Murder video operation.

Needless to say, hordes of media have picked up the news with varied results - from the matter-of-fact to the ridiculously dull and petty - and Assange fanciers have got even bigger fanciers. After all, it's very good to see his more private and 'normal' side. 

While Daniel Domscheit-Berg had previously described Assange's dancing style in unfavourable terms - his nickname during these dance sorties was Disco King, due to his 'tribesman-like' moves - what we see is actually better than we were made to believe. Ah, very bad of you, Domscheit-Berg.


Apparently Assange can actually dance hence yet probably another proof that Domscheit-Berg is telling tall tales. Daniel Domscheit-Berg, on the other hand, can be seen in the video sitting at the bar looking miserable and in all likelihood taking mental notes of yet something silly to use for his literary masterpiece Inside WikiLeaks. Assange, the man the media can't live without. Domscheit-Berg, the man the media are squeezing in the hope to get rid of him as soon as possible.

Sunday, 27 March 2011

Asus jumps on the Big Bang Theory bandwagon. With disastrous results


Asus had the great idea of wanting to target 'cool' nerds - depicted in and fans of The Big Bang Theory - with their 'hilarious' The Eee Pad Story (insert fake Sheldon chuckle here). The results, needless to say, are beyond dismal. As Sheldon Cooper would say 'Ah! The horror!'. Judge for yourself.

You surely need to recover your energies after this so here it is one of my favourite bits from the show (by the way my favourite one):


Saturday, 26 March 2011

Angry kids wreak havoc at peaceful London protest

I'll admit I've not been to many demonstrations or protests if not back in my school days or more recently at the Julian Assange court hearings and Bradley Manning London demo where the atmosphere was of political banter, guaranteed, but all in absolute peace and laughs (we even had tea and snacks, talk for violent protesting!). But the scenes I've just seen on my TV screen - and I'm still seeing as they don't seem to wither down - totally anger me. No, they piss me off big time.


I do understand having opinions, I do understand wanting to air them. After all this blog is all about my views on life and what surrounds us. What I don't understand though is violence like the frantic, blind, freak show-like, Red Bull-infused wrath that these 150 angry kids 'campaigning' for anti-cuts are offering for the whole world to see. UK Uncut, the activist group organising these activities, just being interviewed by Sky News states they've broken in and are occupying Fortnum & Mason as an act of civil disobedience. 'No, you're breaking the law', the newsreader kips back. Rightly so.

I also understand the impetus and ideals of youth; I appreciate they might have a certain notion of The Man being evil and something to destroy at all costs, but when this gets expressed through a 'method' of mere destruction, violence, rage and more, then it's where my empathy and support end and I dismiss these protesters as simply angry kids with no social skills and understanding of the world apart from their 'ideals'. Funny how many of these people end up ruining further the world and the environment they so want to change.


The organisers of these acts of violence are an organisation that is entirely focussed on attacking big tax-dodging corporations. To date they've put together weekly - even amusing and inventive - occupations of major shops and banks around the UK and have even spawned an American version, US Uncut. But they have never resorted to violence. So a part of me wants to believe these anarchists aren't from UK Uncut and are just deranged weirdo's with no better to do than venting their existential anger at inanimate objects.

I for one don't like many of the companies and corporations they target either and in my own way I show my hate by simply not buying their products or choosing more ethical alternatives - my bank, The Co-operative Bank, is one of the very few ethical banks, for example. I campaign as peacefully as possible, I share information with others for them to make their own decisions, I don't proselytise, mind you, and while some things might anger me very much, I would never get into sub-beast mode - as these people seem to do - to 'get my point across'. Because guess what? The people will not engage with you and then, the change you so wish to make, won't be made and only a stall - if not a change for the worse - will occur. And the cycle will repeat itself. These people need to understand that the Governments don't wait for anything else but for the dissidents to play the rage card. Be violent and you'll have given up the few rights you have. Simple. Why isn't using the brain seen as essential in many protesters? Why so taken by their own 'ideals' that they can't have bi-focal vision?

Wanting to be part of something big, something that is thought will change the world and society is a natural side of our psyche. Maslow wrote about the herarchy of needs at length. Wanting to change the world is hounourable - although I have my own reservations on the possibility of this ever happening - right now in the case of these protesters, all they're changing, apart from the broken and vandalised shops, is their criminal record. And for the worse.


Is it the sign that this society - and this country especially - have lost all parenting skills? Don't adults know how to teach their children how to get their point across without resorting to theatricality, outlandish actions and downright violence? Haven't these kids developed any social skills whatsoever? Haven't they grown out of their 'I want this and I want it NOW!'?

In this entire scenario the people I feel sorry for are the Police that seem the ones who bear the brunt of the situation. They are too suffering cuts but they still do their job to the best of their abilities. Without complaining and hitting at others. Obviously there are exceptions in the high standard of the Police but that is expected from any sector.

And as I speak the angry kids don't seem to stop. Should we send them to the Hard School of Life?

 
All of this while these more tragic things happen. Congratulations, angry kids, my sincere congratulations for getting your priorities right. I just hope on one of your next drunken nights when desperately trying to get money, for a cab back home to your mom and dad, off the several cash machines you have just destroyed you'll see the stupidity of your actions. Leicester Square is a good spot for the homeless, I hear. Good luck.

Thursday, 24 March 2011

After London and Paris, Los Angeles follows suit

And this time it's real. And damn stylish. Chicago is penned to be next.

New York



Thinking of holidays I so wish I could go back to New York City.
And taking more pictures like this. One of my favourites ones...

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Dans la Paris Métro...

No, nothing Amelie-esque. Just another Julian Assange-themed daydream. If only this existed... To note like even the yellow note in his hand matches the yellow of the station fittings. If this isn't style...



The best music ever...

I was trying to think what the best music ever produced in the history of mankind is. For some time I was debated between Mozart and Bach. I settled for Bach listening to this masterpiece:



But then a new doubt crept in. What if the best piece of music ever produced were this? Yes, I'm sure now. Relax is the best thing ever. Full stop.


And this is even the remixed extended banned version. Oh what a frisson of the prohibited!

Modern Squalidness

Modern squalidness in Central London

Isolation and squalor few metres away from the Oxford Street shoppers - but so much different from them?




Monday, 21 March 2011

London Demo in support of Bradley Manning

London Demo in support of Bradley Manning Demotix.com

I went to the demo today. It didn't have the highest attendance ever but considering the subject the turnout wasn't that bad either. Great atmosphere, nice people, many friends from the previous Julian Assange court hearing demo's, and some other new. Highlight of the day? Apart from the speeches and the saddening Manning's diary excerpts read out the best thing was with no doubt the wacky Imagine's rendition from one of the supporters. Up there with Friends Phoebe's Smelly Cat.

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Super Moon!

'Oniric Super Moon'

Today, 19th March, I realised it was Father's Day. I completely forgot about it. Strange how when I was a child Father's Day would be an important day where I would try and not anger my father by showing affection and gratitude (what for anyway?) and now I've completely forgotten about the day. Maybe I no longer feel the constriction of showing my affection. Or maybe I've long given up on the idea that if I did something right my father would love me back. The long distance might be one of the reasons also.

Anyway I tried taking decent pictures of the 'Super Moon' but it wasn't easy as: A. It was very cold on the patio and after 20 minutes outside I was starting losing use of my fingers (strangely enough the right hand loses sensitivity faster than the left one) B. I was playing up with my camera trying and find the right settings for the night shots. That reminded me I should go back and study photography. Another thing I beat myself up for.

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Green Lantern, Green Lantern

Playing around with one of these wonderfully genius photo montage websites I was regaled with this sight. Unfortunately they don't seem to have Kick Ass as one of the possible templates. Very bad. I shall complain.


I'm sure at least one of my followers will be appalled at this. How dare I put Assange next to Green Lantern? What Sheldon Cooper would ever say?

Berlin


The Wound. As K. calls it. This wound which is never sealed back, healed, forgotten. It's still open, raw and painful. Even more so that I am here alone with all these bloodied wounds, cuts and bruises on my face in this Berlin hotel room.

The pain... It is about you. My soul screams, about you, about what I would have done for you, given my soul for you, and what did I get back? Nothing, just few hours of 'affection' and after that, after my allocated slot, nothing. Silence. Neglect.

I loved you. And all I got back was pain. And got this wound even more sore and doleful to bear. This wound that I bring out on my flesh and soul, trying no one to see. But they can, they are not stupid the people. They can see my pain, in my eyes, in my words, in the way I go silent when they mention your name.

My Wound...

{Although this was originally written back in November 2008 I still 'cherish' this piece as one of my best ones}

Thursday, 17 March 2011

A Thing of Beauty

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness
; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits
. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

John Keats

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

Cavernous Howl

I hate you, father
For what you’ve done to me
Created this monster of pain and anger inside me
That devours me more and more by each day
I try and silence it but with a cavernous howl
It keeps on growing and dragging me whole
Deep down the recesses of my being

Monday, 14 March 2011

Heart-warming moment of the day comes from Japan

A soldier clutches a four-month-old baby in Ishimaki, Japan


The events in Japan are affecting me deeply. I had bookmarked visiting Japan for my around the world trip in two years' time after qualifying but now the dream of visiting this wonderful country seems a bit far out of reach.

A newspaper was today relaying the words of one of the survivors. He was reported saying no looting or rioting has taken place in the affected areas because 'this is not in the Japanese mentality, where everyone helps out each other and carry themselves with a sense of dignity and respect'. After all it's the country that has artfully mastered those every day's life acts that other cultures, mostly Western, would simply see as utilitarian. An example that comes to mind is the tea ceremony.

This picture warms my heart and represents, to me, one of the few moments when humankind's grace and gentleness reveal themselves. What hurts me the most of this tragedy is the thought of the more fragile people like the elderly and the children left behind to fend for themselves.

A tragedy, which will change the life of all the affected ones. The Japanese do not tend to show their pain and despair outwardly. They do suffer in silence. But I wonder: for how long will they suffer in silence? When will the collective pain rush come? What will be of the next generation? Of all the orphaned children?

The fragility of a baby, lost and alone, rescued and sheltered.

Sunday, 13 March 2011

Agony and Ecstasy


Flow in grace
 

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

I've Been Loving You Too Long...


I blame myself for this, for this desire that shows no sign of giving up... I hate myself for this. Caught in a loop I don't know how to get out of. I long for the day I will be free from this.

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

~Introduction~

Better to clarify few things before going on to starting this blog. This blog has no presumption of revealing the Truth. No one possesses the truth as such. What this blog is about, apart from journalling my thoughts on several subjects, from my course studies to what I see in the world around us, is centred on what I define by journey through the truth. Brought on by my current counselling course, it’s the idea that we are journeying and exploring through our own personal truths with the ultimate scope of reaching our potential and becoming who we truly are and therefore being true to ourselves. ‘Shedding the mask’, if you like. I believe our current society, more visibly than previous ones, is losing track of what we are, burdened as we are with expectations of what we should be and how we should act and feel, that going back to the ‘core’ of our own self, seems more and more arduous and somewhat of a wild goose chase.
Things that interest me are current affairs, investigative journalism, human rights, freedom of press, information and speech, independent media and justice. Art, architecture, music, films, literature, psychology and psychotherapy, travelling, photography, cooking. I might post on any of these as things of interest pop up in my head and/or in the wider world.

Bolero and Intensity

Every time I listen to Bolero, as I'm doing right now, many thoughts cross my mind. But mostly it's feelings and emotions. And memories. Of my childhood, of the times when my father was working or tidying up in his studio with Bolero on and I was dreaming of one day playing violin .

Of someone I knew snoring in the night while I was so intently trying to listen to the radio.

Of the times when I've longed for more intensity in my life.

But all that remains is the love and fascination with such beauty, intensity and passion, with the almost hypnotic music. I feel like what drives me in life is intensity, although the type of intensity that at times can become burning and dangerous. Like at the present moment...

This is worrying...


The fact that the new Combichrist video, Throat Full Of Glass, is exciting me is a worrying sign. Especially since the re-awakening of certain impulses within myself... Scared that it might be the return of the darkness. I need to resist the temptations...